Mr. Mo excitedly took out the Thousand Miles Communication Talisman and was about to send a message, but was stopped by the young man in brocade.
"Are you sure the authenticity of this news? After all, this picture was found on the body of a disciple of the Demon Sect. Besides, although this Thousand Mile Transmission Talisman can send messages in a targeted manner, who knows if there are people from other sects monitoring us?
Summons.”
After the young man in golden clothes finished speaking, Mr. Mo calmed down and sighed: "Young Master is right, I am old, so I am not as sober as Young Master."
Seeing that the two of them were still doubtful about the existence of the soul stone mine, Chen Yang took out the soul stone that he had also picked up from the corpse from his storage bag and briefly explained the source.
Mr. Mo and the young man in brocade looked at each other and confirmed the existence of the soul stone mine in the ruins.
Soul stones are not something that can be picked up anywhere. Since the few practitioners I met all carry soul stones, it means that there are a large number of soul stones in the ruins.
Therefore, Mr. Mo sent a message in the name of the young master of the Xiaoyao Sect, asking the Xiaoyao Sect disciples in the ruins to go to a mountain peak near the soul stone mine to meet.
A moment later, Mr. Mo received a reply from another elder of the sect. He scolded Mr. Mo unceremoniously and accused him of putting the young master of the sect in danger.
"Humph, they really still think I'm a child!"
The young man in brocade clothes was full of anger. He took away the Thousand Mile Telecommunication Note from Mr. Mo's hand, threw it on the ground and stepped on it several times to vent his anger.
Chen Yang was amused for a while, and couldn't help but think to himself, if this wasn't the behavior of a child, what could it be?
"Do you two think I'm ridiculous?"
For some reason, when the young man in brocade saw Chen Yang and Tian Xingjian suppressing their laughter, he suddenly pointed his finger at the two men.
"No, of course not!"
Tian Xingjian waved his hands repeatedly.
Chen Yang smiled and changed the subject: "The bamboo rat is roasted, come and eat."
Tian Xingjian couldn't wait for a long time. If Chen Yang hadn't stopped him, several bamboo rats would have entered his belly.
Mr. Mo was not polite, took the bamboo rat from Chen Yang, pulled off one of its hind legs and started eating it.
The young man in golden clothes frowned, but couldn't help but look at the golden and fragrant bamboo rats in Chen Yang's hand.
"What did you put there?"
The young man in Jinyi had already smelled the aroma of roasted bamboo rats, but he had not been embarrassed to speak before.
"There are spiritual dew grass, pandan root, purple paeonol bark, and some common medicinal herbs... The medicinal properties of several herbs are mutually exclusive, why are they mixed together?"
Mr. Mo also looked at Chen Yang with doubts on his face.
This made Chen Yang secretly admire. This Mr. Mo was even more cunning than the elder of the back mountain of Yin Mo Sect. After a few tastes, he knew what kind of herbs were used in the spices he prepared.
Chen Yang also said honestly: "I just thought it tasted good and didn't think too much about it."
When preparing these seasonings, Chen Yang mixed them all according to taste. As long as they were not poisonous after mixing, he would be relieved. He would not consider the medicinal properties.
Mr. Mo really thought too much about pharmacology.
"Young master, you must be hungry too. Try this bamboo rat. It tastes really good."
Mr. Mo pulled off the other golden and crispy hind leg of the bamboo rat and handed it to the young man in brocade.
Only then did Chen Yang realize that Mr. Mo tried it first to help the young man in Jinyi test the poison.
The boy in brocade looked at the cute bamboo rat tied to his feet, hesitated for a moment, and took the food from Mr. Mo's hand.
After taking Bigu Pill for several days, his mouth almost turned pale, but he still couldn't resist the temptation.
But Chen Yang didn't mind, and he finished a roasted bamboo rat in half a day.
"The bamboo rats that grew up eating carnations are indeed extraordinary. The spiritual power that Fatty spent all day was restored after just one bamboo rat."
Tian Xingjian praised repeatedly.
The young man in Jinyi who was sipping the hind legs of roasted bamboo rat also noticed something strange. The roasted bamboo rat meat was so full of spiritual power that it was as if he had taken the Juyuan Pill.
“There’s something wrong with this roasted bamboo rat!”